Police Flower Xin Xiaoxiao
Moreover, what was that about Xu Yanran saying she wasn't close to Chu Kuo? Weren't they husband and wife?
Seeming to catch Wang Yue's confusion, Xu Yanran explained, "Chu Kuo and I are just a marriage in name only. Mo Mo is his daughter, that's true, but we've never consummated it."
Wang Yue understood at once. So Chu Mo was like him and Xin'er—an IVF baby.
But if Chu Kuo wasn't impotent, why was their marriage only on paper?
Xu Yanran couldn't cultivate martial arts and was just an ordinary person, but Wang Yue had to admit she was one in a million—a stunning mature beauty with flawless looks and a killer figure: massive tits, fat ass, slim waist, long legs. Even he felt...
And her personality was perfectly normal, not wrapped in that thick shell of aloof detachment like his mom, keeping everyone at arm's length. Chu Kuo had no reason to ignore such a gorgeous, sexy wife for someone else.
After all, Chu Kuo wasn't like his dad Wang Jing, who loved only Xue Yan his whole life.
When it came to unwavering devotion, Wang Yue couldn't compare to his father. He took after his dashing, skirt-chasing uncle instead.
Not that it was surprising. The ancients had said it long ago: nephews resemble uncles.
Wang Yue was lost in these scattered thoughts when suddenly a group of young men and women came chasing and roughhousing from the lakeside. One girl slipped and crashed right into Xu Yanran.
Xu Yanran's body was frail, weaker than even an ordinary person. The impact threw her off balance, and she stumbled straight toward Wang Yue.
Wang Yue immediately extended his left arm, catching her gently—but not too steadily, letting her massive breasts smash against his chest.
So big... so soft!
The seasoned playboy Wang Yue judged from that single bump: Xu Yanran's tits were absolutely on par with his busty little aunt or Yan-mom types.
Being this close to such a prime mature beauty already had Wang Yue stirred up. Now with her full, heavy breasts pressing into him, desire surged through him. His cock hardened instantly in his pants—good thing he had special underwear, or the intimately pressed Xu Yanran would've felt every inch of his thick, rigid length.
Holding her sexy body like this felt amazing, but if he didn't let go soon, it wouldn't just be an accident.
"Auntie, you okay?" Wang Yue asked as he steadied her arm, helping her stand straight.
To keep up with the young crowd, Xu Yanran had dressed sporty: sneakers, loose elastic-waist long pants, and a short-sleeved T-shirt.
The moment Wang Yue's hand touched her bare left forearm, a strange aura flowed from her into him.
It hit like a bucket of ice water, dousing his flames. His arousal vanished, cock going limp in seconds.
The sensation faded after a few seconds, but Wang Yue was stunned—and he finally got Chu Kuo's "predicament."
He knew his own issues all too well. His Pure Yang Technique made his yang energy and lust far stronger than any normal man's.
If even he was affected this badly by touching her, other guys would be limp for hours. And during it, not just no physical reaction—the mind couldn't even think dirty thoughts.
Imagine a woman you can look at but never touch, where even brushing her arm kills your hard-on. No matter how beautiful, what man would stick around for life?
From all signs, Xu Yanran was truly an ordinary person with zero cultivation. This wasn't some technique—it was her unique constitution.
Wang Yue was fascinated. He'd never heard of such a body type, and it was the total opposite of his: his true qi sparked lust in women, while hers extinguished it in men.
What would happen if they clashed?
The more he thought, the more intrigued he got. Since discovering his true qi's effect, he usually restrained it unless needed—didn't want every woman near him turning into a lovesick fool.
That's why he'd been affected. But how strong was hers? Could it overpower his pure yang true qi?
With pure academic curiosity, Wang Yue circulated a bit of true qi. Pretending concern, he steadied the now-standing Xu Yanran again, deliberately touching her bare forearm.
This time, Wang Yue barely felt it—just a cool rush through his body, then nothing.
But Xu Yanran let out a soft moan, her body going limp, nearly collapsing.
Wang Yue quickly reined in his true qi, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her up. Half-sincerely, he asked, "Auntie, what's wrong?"
Xu Yanran's pretty face flushed crimson. The second touch sent a scorching heat surging from the contact point through her whole body. Her sensitive spots burned hottest, like hot hands caressing every inch.
And it lingered. Being held by Wang Yue only intensified it. In moments, her crotch grew hot and wet—something shameful leaking out.
She nearly cried in panic. The pleasure felt good, and she didn't hate it, but the reaction was too intense.
Any longer, and wet stains would show on her pants. If Wang Yue or her bungee-jumping daughter saw, she'd die of shame.
Wang Yue hadn't expected such a huge, lasting reaction. His vast experience told him what came next.
"Auntie, look—fish in the lake! Let's catch some to play with." Wang Yue pointed suddenly, pulling her waist and jumping into the water before she could react.
The lake was dug for bungee jumping—no shallows, waist-deep even at the edge.
Perfect for her embarrassment. Submerged to the waist, no one could spot her leaks.
But the sensation hadn't faded. Her sensitive spots—especially the peach blossom valley between her legs—were relentlessly flushed by the heat, building her pleasure. Her juices flowed freer. Without the lake, not just her crotch—even her inner thighs would've soaked through.
Moments later, Xu Yanran shuddered—climaxing right there.
As the orgasm peaked, the heat finally dissipated.
Her frail body took a hit from the sudden plunge. Summer water wasn't freezing, but it chilled her. Plus the climax drained her legs completely. She clung to Wang Yue, needing his half-hug to stay up.
"Oops, my bad—not fish after all." Wang Yue grinned sheepishly, carrying her ashore.
Their lower clothes were soaked. To others, it looked like an accidental fall. No one'd guess this sexy mature beauty was drenched not just in lake water, but floods of pussy juice.
Her cotton pants didn't cling when wet, sparing more embarrassment.
Xu Yanran gave Wang Yue a deep look, gratitude flooding her. But confusion too.
Her innate Nine Yin Absolute Pulse killed lust in anyone touching her—including herself.
At over forty, she'd never felt today's bliss. No desire meant no pleasure from masturbation—or even the thought.
But a mere brush with Wang Yue brought unprecedented peaks. Was he special too?
If so, trouble: touching women to instant orgasm? How many debts would he rack up? Could her daughter be happy with him?
But that flavor... unforgettable!
Orgasms were addictive bliss, especially for first-timers.
One taste, and Xu Yanran was hooked.
Relishing the ecstasy as desire reignited, a cool aura suddenly rose, snuffing it out.
Maybe no more chances... unless...
She glanced at Wang Yue, feelings tangled.
At first, just "mother-in-law eyeing son-in-law, liking more each look"—for her daughter's sake, his looks and personality.
Now, gratitude mixed with a special spark. She even craved another touch.
But if he'd noticed her oddity, initiating would scream seduction.
Xu Yanran wasn't a slut. The difference wasn't desire—control.
Even virtuous wives harbored fiercer lusts, caged by reason and morals.
Classic repressed sluts. Unleash it, and their fury could shake a veteran player.
"Sorry, Auntie—got you all wet." Wang Yue said apologetically, flicking his hand to dry them both with true qi.
Innocent words, but her mind twisted them. Her face burned. Was this "honest" boy teasing on purpose?
Easy to test: if special constitution, he'd know it himself.
Soon, the four girls returned exhilarated. Planning the next ride, Wang Yue pulled Chu Mo's hand.
Xu Yanran watched closely. Her daughter just blushed shyly—no issues. Relief washed over her.
Even if special, not always triggered. Maybe only with her type.
Nine Yin Absolute Pulse: one in billions. No others known. So no endless flings endangering her girl.
They played till dusk, heading back to Chu house for dinner at Xu Yanran's invite.
Wang Yue planned to take Chu Mo to Zhang family's party, saving mutant knife fish to share—as a gift to Xu Yanran.
Post-dinner, night fallen. Wang Yue shared plans: Chu Mo agreed eagerly. Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer wanted in. Su Jiaojiao wouldn't miss the fun.
As the five prepped to leave, Xu Yanran sidled to Wang Yue, patting his arm. "Mo Mo's ties to Zhangs are tricky. Take care of her—no grievances."
Her eyes flashed disappointment.
Wang Yue caught it, knowing her wish. "Auntie, don't worry. With me, Mo Mo won't suffer a bit." He channeled double the probing true qi through her hand into her.
Here it comes!
Xu Yanran shivered. "Go on—I won't see you off."
She bolted upstairs.
Chu Mo eyed her mom oddly—no farewell manners? But shrugged, following Wang Yue out.
Xu Yanran, hit with doubled true qi, felt it fiercer. Barely made her room.
Inside, she stripped pants—pad under crotch soaked halfway.
Intense pleasure and newfound lust sparked fantasies—of Wang Yue.
Wrong—he was her daughter's man. But uncontrollable.
For more, right hand dove to her untouched holy land, rubbing softly. "Wang Yue... Wang Yue..." she moaned.
Never knew pussy-rubbing felt this good. Harder rubs, plus his heat—soon shuddering, squirting wildly.
Panting on bed, she recovered. Addicted, fingers moved again.
But sans heat, her constitution doused desire. No feeling, no matter the rub.
Sighing, satisfied yet wistful, she slept—frail body spent from one climax.
Zhang party's venue: not family estate or city hotel, but Jinling west resort village.
Harsh survival, yet rich normals abounded.
Cities too vast, outskirts unsafe—folks craved ancient pastoral life.
Demand birthed supply: post-revival resorts sprouted like mushrooms.
Zhangs' pick: top in Jinling, they majority-owned.
Per Zhang Qing'tian, Tianhai VIP attending. Rural charm over flashy hotel impressed better.
Tianhai outclassed Jinling in power and glitz. Hotel? Meh. Fields? Unique.
No outsiders today—invites only.
Wang Yue's crew? No need. Core heirs of three families—known faces.
As Zhang Qing'tian said: Wang Yue just show face.
Nearly 9 PM, banquet ending. Late arrival: rude.
Wang Yue didn't care. Here to ID the Tianhai bigshot.
Zhang face? Feud on—fuck it. He wasn't a smiling backstabber.
Hate someone? Smash. No bullshit.
No block at gate, but arrival reported.
Parking done, Zhang Qing'tian greeted.
"Young Master Wang, three Su ladies—you're late. Banquet's over." Smiling, ignoring Chu Mo—avoiding suspicion or pissed? Latter.
"Just sightseein', not eatin'." Wang Yue coolly replied. Fake smile hid chill, hate barely veiled.
He'd hated Wang Yue before, but pretended civility. Now? No effort. Backed, dismissed Jinling three families.
Zhang kept phony grin. "Pity. Young Master Zhang brought Tianhai rarities—priceless. No taste for you."
Young Master Zhang? Tianhai Zhangs confirmed.
Wang Yue perked. Easy intel.
Su Jiaojiao snapped, "Quit yapping. Said we're not here to eat—lead on!"
Rage at the brat's scold. Smile cracked. "This way."
Few invitees, all in central villa hall, mooning three youths.
Expected: Chu Kuo among them, picking Zhangs—or hedging.
Wang Yue got it. Not lone wolf—Chu house fate on him. Cautious wise.
Jinling Zhangs + Tianhai behemoth? Three families doomed.
"Jinling Wang heir Wang Yue, Su Jin'er, Su Xiuer, Su Jiaojiao, Chu Mo arrive—" announcer boomed.
Hall hushed. Jinling powers awkward, incl. Chu Kuo.
Never dreamed Zhangs invited Wang Yue's crew—forcing sides.
Some firm Zhangs like old Chu. Most watched.
Caught red-handed—no wiggle room. Invited here? Tied to Zhangs.
Wang Yue realized: Zhang Qing'tian used him perfectly. Smug face begged a toothless punch.
Not regret—pure dislike.
Others' sides? Irrelevant.
With him and three families' beauties? Untouchable. Allies nice, not needed.
Absolute faith in self and invincible "charger."
No rage on Wang Yue's face disappointed Zhang. Real show ahead. Led to trio: "Young Master Wang, meet Tianhai Zhang's Young Master Zhang Lingfeng—uncle to current head."
Just a nephew? Disappointing.
Wang Yue nodded curtly.
Zhang pointed others: "Tianhai Zhao Young Master, Ma Young Master."
Henchmen, but arrogant—noses high.
"Young Masters, Jinling three families' sole male heir, Wang Yue. These Su..."
Less hype than "sole heir," but trio eyed beauties more—esp. twin Su sisters, stealing show in beauty-packed hall.
Twins alone outshone; identical? Killer.
Leering at cousins? Murderous urge in Wang Yue.
Sisters too perfect + twin bonus = spotlights everywhere. Understandable.
But leers at hisA plaything? An unforgivable sin.
Sisters recoiled, ducking behind Wang Yue.
His frame not tall enough to fully shield.
Nearby youths whispered.
"Heard? Wang Yue sailed, hit mighty water beast—scared shitless."
"Yeah, sleeps with mom now—can't alone."
Loud "whispers" for Wang Yue. Deliberate. Zhang loyalists, baiting rage.
Wang Yue frowned inwardly. Show weakness? Excuse to big aunt. He never thought it.
But prophecy: lie spread, underestimated.
Three families hushed it. Leak from maids.
Not traitors—loose lips.
Maids shopped, gossiped. Secrets slipped casually.
Reminder: tighten maid lips. Nothing out.
Goal: bed all three families' beauties, family bliss.
Long-term, maids might spot clues. Loose tongue? Trouble.
Ignore the youths. Sleeping with mom fact—they yap, whatever.
But they pressed: wilder, dirtier.
"Think Wang Yue did it on purpose?" Short, freckle-nosed kid said.
"Purpose? Embarrass himself for laughs?"
"Forgot? She's 'eternal top beauty.'" Freckles leered. "I'd crack."
"You got Oedipus vibes?" Shock.
Slip—awkward, then: "Common. Just fantasy—not real."
Leered: "If my mom top beauty? No holding back. Wang Yue same."
Wang Yue snapped.
Fact or not—mom's rep? No.
Freckles' sleaze? Vomit-worthy YY.
Excitement on freckles' face—Wang Yue cold-snorted, flashed over, slapped face.
Screech, spinning crash. Rose: mouth caved like granny—all teeth gone.
Not enough. As he rose, Wang Yue stomped knee—crack. Leg bent forward sharply.
"Aaaah—" Freckles wailed, clutching ruin.
Others snapped: "Wang Yue, why hit?!" Bluster hiding fear.
"Cheap mouths get smacked." Wang Yue pulled handkerchief, leisurely wiped hand. "Zhang Qing'tian didn't warn ya?"
Rumors: genius but young—Qi Condensation 5th layer.
They 20s, equal or stronger. Zhang Qing'tian baited, Tianhai trio backing.
Still wary—three families' fame. Yell only: "Wang Yue, daring trouble here? No respect for Young Masters?!"
"Zhang Qing'tian's nobody. My cousin never cared." Su Jiaojiao chimed, muddying—Young Master not him, but Zhang Lingfeng.
Reckless, but delaying clash with Tianhai.
They persisted—till crisp female shout: "What? Take fights home—this public!"
Tall, stunning 20-something in crisp police uniform strode up.
Era had cops: ex-military/retirees + minor martial artists for city security.
Soldiers handled normals, arrays for weak martialists.
Official perks drew experts. Not top dogs like associations, but deterred.
Zhang bash? Cops for "security."
This heroic beauty: lead cop, top brass.
Xin Xiaoxiao grumbled inwardly. Orphan, raised by master—Jinling PD legend. Naturally joined force, fighting evil.
Justice-driven, hated crime—loved job. Hated this.
Superiors gave resume-boost, networking. She loathed martial cliques—source of half Jinling's chaos. Powers shielded them.
Especially spoiled heirs: brawls galore.
Hated, but orders: suck it up.
To Wang Yue: flashed badge. "Officer Xin Xiaoxiao, site security. Grudges? Association or private. Disturb here? Background irrelevant—cuffed."
Xin Xiaoxiao? Wang Yue eyed her chest. Name mismatch.
Early 20s, rivaling Xu Yanran's mature scale. Not "little heart"—big tits.
Silly pun. Actually, famed: "Jinling Twelve Beauties" with cousins, Chu Mo.
Opposing youth no dummy—played victim: "Officer Xin, not us—he hit our friend."
Xin eyed Wang Yue.
Tall as Su Mengyan—1.75m. Trained posture straight, uniform sharp: beauty + badass. Loomed over 1.7m Wang Yue oppressively.